Watch Out! Danger Ahead

Qing Mingling is often taken into the soul by Song Qingxiao, and there is very little chance to appear.

Every time I appear, I want to show my power and let my master take a good look.

However, Song Qing was cautious and scrupulous, and did not allow it to appear in the form of a demon soul, and only made it appear as its body, which made it impossible to fully release its strength and aura.

But even so, the appearance of Qing Ming Ling and the shock it caused to the undead were enough to shock the Three Saints.

‘Jie Jie Jie--’

The wailing and roaring undead in the church showed a panicked look. As the black crows were washed away by the ice dragon, the noisy bird songs were replaced by the ghostly laughter hidden in Qing Ming Ling.

The large group of devilish energy spread out, and in the black fog, there seems to be a looming face with countless grimaces, surrounded by one of the tokens, with great momentum——

"It's so noisy!" The magic sound spread through the ears, forming a powerful mental deterrent, stimulating all kinds of magical thoughts in people's hearts, impacting the defense of the Three Saints, making them panic.

The three found that the laughter was wrong, and immediately tried to cover their ears with their hands, but found that it didn't work at all.

That crazy laughter is pervasive, and seems to be able to invade their sea of ​​consciousness through all obstacles.

Just as their consciousness was being attacked, Song Qing's small soft snort pierced into their eardrums, dispelling the magic barrier formed by the laughter.

‘——Jie, goo...’

As her voice fell, the crazy smile stopped abruptly.

It seemed to stop too fast, and was choked for a while, making a sound of ‘cuckoo’.

The demon soul, who had appeared on the stage with great momentum, fell silent in an instant, and the laughter was completely cleaned up, making the rustle of insects crawling in the church particularly obvious.

The Three Saints, who had been devastated by the devil spirit, let go of the hands that smashed their ears, and their expressions were lingering.

After the laughter stopped, the coercion that affected the fluctuations of the souls of a few people instantly dissipated.

"Work."

As soon as Song Qingxiao said this, the cultivator noticed that there seemed to be a flash of black light on the token.

He didn't know anything about the secrets of magic techniques, but with his super mental power, he sensed that there seemed to be power fluctuations coming from the token.

Immediately afterwards, a scene that stunned the three of them appeared-

The blast of ‘whistling’ wind rose on the ground, like a remnant cloud, rolling the black fog in the church into a ball, and flew towards the token in the air.

Above the swarming insect swarms, gray-black mists surged up, and the long-tailed black spider, which was crawling swiftly before, seemed to be drained in an instant.

As the black energy gushed out, their bodies quickly turned white, and in the blink of an eye they turned into a dry shell and shriveled.

‘Huh----’ Numerous crawling insect swarms were sucked dry, losing their ‘vitality’ and crawling on the ground.

Black energy poured in tokens from all directions, and the swarm of insects that had previously frightened the Three Saints died instantly.

The unwilling roaring spirits of the elves who were still flaring their teeth and dancing claws before can't wait to dodge around at this time, but once Qing Mingling appeared, there was no room for them to dodge.

So the Three Saints saw the ghosts screaming and wailing in all directions, like the shadows that were deformed by Song Qing Xiao, one end was dragged by Qing Ming Ling, and the other end was struggling.

The figure of the undead was stretched out of shape, but in the end it couldn't compete with Qing Mingling's power at all, and was sucked into the token.

As soon as their spirits were sucked away, their corpses quickly dried up.

Not only inside the church, but also the dozen or so newly resurrected undead who crawled out of the tomb outside the church, quickly turned into Yin Qi and were sucked into the Qing Ming Ling.

The corpses that had lost the support of the dark spirit ‘pumped and thumped’ turned into dry corpses and fell down, scattered outside the church in various directions.

The token ransacked the entire church, and the previously ghostly church instantly lost its previous eerie and weird feeling.

"..."

The swordsman's huge sword was still on his chest, in a defensive posture.

The faces of the elves and the monks were shocked. They originally thought that they would face a hard fight after being surrounded by the undead, but they did not expect that the battle would end too quickly. It was far beyond their expectation and made these three people. Can't react for a long time.

All the dark air has been sucked out, and the darkness that has been corroded by the undead gradually recedes, and the stone walls of the church are like a beach where the tide has faded, slowly showing its original color.

After the yin air was cleared, the black air inside the church faded away, and a few traces of visibility were restored. Under the light of the elf tree summoned by the seed of elf power, the church appeared a lot brighter.

"just……"

The monk felt that everything that had just happened was as if he were in a dream. He looked at Qing Mingling floating in the air with a look of fear. As soon as he made a sound, he heard a strange sound of'chi chi'. .

"Be careful!"

The corner of the swordsman’s eyes caught a black shadow rushing from the inside of the church. It might have sensed the danger of Song Qingxiao and Qing Mingling. This rush came towards the monk who was talking after he relaxed his vigilance. .

The moment the swordsman shouted out the words, the monk opened the book and was busy chanting spells, the swordsman's long sword hurriedly chopped out with a grudge——

The black shadow came as fast as lightning, and it was already close to the monk in the blink of an eye.

‘Ho’.

The monk heard a beast-like scream in his ears, and the fishy wind blew his face. As soon as the swordsman's long sword was cut out, the fighting spirit turned into a white river, but he could not catch up with the black shadow.

He saw only bleeding teeth in his eyes. Is it a beast?

This thought had just rushed into his mind, and the wind had blown to his face.

Under the threat of death, all the fine hairs on his face seemed to stand up, and his face was stretched tightly and stinging.

May be bitten! His heart sank, and when he was desperate to block his face with a book, Song Qingxiao finally turned around.

As soon as she turned around, the monk felt as if the air around her had condensed.

Time seemed to have stopped for a while, and the sound of wind, roars, and my own gasping disappeared. Only the huge mouth that looked like a beast in front of him was clearly visible.

The next second-

'boom! ’

The big mouth of the blood basin that rushed towards the face seemed to hit an invisible barrier, trapped inside, motionless, as if it had been hit by a body curse.

‘Woo--’ The wind whirled past the monk's ears, and pulled back the spirit of his life and death.

‘Huh, huh, huh! ’

As soon as the monk regained his consciousness, he found a hideous blood corpse standing at a distance of less than a fist from where he stood before.

The corpse still maintained a violent posture, and its black and purple eyes were so wide that they lost the luster they had in life, as if they were covered with a sticky film.

Its face was a weird blue-purple, with black blood vessels emerging from it.

The mouth was wide open, four long and sharp fangs protruded, and the rest of the teeth had also mutated, like the jagged sharks.

The corpse's shriveled hands stretched out, fingers skyrocketing, as if he wanted to lock him inside.

The fishy smell came out, almost touching such a monster, the monk reacted, and retreated a few steps.

After getting out of the locked range of the corpse and sticking out his arms, the lingering fear of escaping from death floated up, making the monk's scalp numb, and he took a long breath.

"This is..." He was almost attacked. After he was lucky enough to get his life back, he still had a lingering fear in his words. After two breaths, his expression became calm.

"The monk of the church."

This terrifying corpse was wearing the robes of a low-level priest of the gods, but the original white robes had been polluted by darkness.

There were blood stains and dead spirits on it, making the blood corpse look even more creepy.

The blood corpse was motionless, seeming to be bound by a mysterious and powerful force.

There is no need for Song Qingxiao to give orders, Qing Mingling can sense her consciousness.

I saw the blood corpse roaring and roaring that seemed unwilling, and then a large amount of black energy evaporated from its body and was inhaled by Qing Mingling.

The blood corpse, who had previously been fierce, quickly twisted its cheeks, shriveled its cheeks, and clung to its face. Its body was rotten, and instantly turned into withered bones.

Little General Song Qing's'Pro' command spread, and the dry bones that had lost the support of the dark spirit and the contaminated robes fell to the ground.

After the monk was calm, he boldly stepped forward and picked up the robe that was wrapped in a pile of debris, and saw the name embroidered on the robe: "Pala,"

His expression was sad:

"This is to write precious notes to remind our pastor's name."

After the crisis was lifted, the sadness of losing one's companion surged up.

After the accident in Oge Village that day, the villagers who were ‘cursed’ died one after another. The two pastors in the church also followed suit, and those who remained in the end also prepared coffins for themselves.

The last person forced to clean up the aftermath, and this scene was also taken down by notes.

It's just that no one expected that the person who lasted until the end would be the priest Pala who took the notes, and he was also polluted by the dark power and turned into a dead creature in the dark.

Probably because his will is the strongest, so after he died, he absorbed the most power of darkness and became the strongest existence here.

If it is given some more time, it may absorb the darkness of this place, advance again, and become a major obstacle to the progress of the Six Saints.

When Song Qingxiao waited for the four people to come in, maybe it sensed the danger and kept hiding in the dark until the power of darkness that sensed this place was shaken by Qing Ming Ling, and the surrounding dark creatures were defeated, it might also be The high-lord-level dark creature that controlled this place gave it an order, causing it to suddenly appear unexpectedly, trying to ambush the monk and causing damage to the three saints.

If only the three saints enter here today, and there are interference from the corpse group, the black crow group, the shadow spider, and the insect group, the strategy of the high lord may be realized.

But because of the existence of Song Qing, not only the dark creatures, but the undead who had given birth to a bit of wisdom was also quickly defeated.

The monk's face still had a look of sorrow.

After reading the pastor's notes, knowing who they were implicated, and what efforts had been made for this place, he felt very heavy when he saw this pastor who yearned for the bright like this.

The tarnished robe in his hand seemed to weigh more than a thousand catties, which made him almost unable to hold it.

"Before he died, he was still praying for the salvation of the light and expressed his faithfulness..." The monk murmured softly, with regret in his voice.

The elves and the swordsmen were silent. After the war, it was not joy and hope. On the contrary, they felt like they had been cast a shadow for no reason after seeing the monk's end. .

"Let's go."

In the silence of the atmosphere, those black auras that were temporarily forced back by Qing Ming Ling seemed to be making a comeback following the strange atmosphere in the church.

At the critical moment, Young Song Qing broke up this silent atmosphere.

After she spoke, the monk who was caught in his emotions trembled all over, as if he had been awake.

"The saint may still be in danger."

As soon as Song Qing's little voice fell, the monk instantly took away the expressions of sadness, helplessness, unwillingness and loss, and quickly restored his previous appearance, but his expression was solemn:

"you are right."

While speaking, Song Qing didn't turn his head back, and stretched out his hand to take one back. Qing Mingling floating in the air sensed her intentions, and the swoosh turned into an afterimage, and disappeared into her palm.

"it……"

This incredible scene once again opened the eyes of the Three Saints. The various methods Song Qingxiao used today simply subverted their previous cognition, making them look at Song Qingxiao with weird eyes frequently.

"It's gone." The elf exclaimed.

Among the few people, his sensitivity is the most sensitive. Qing Mingling’s aura is too powerful, and the previous method of conquering and strangling a dark creature is really amazing. Such a powerful **** will disappear in a moment. As if never appeared.

They saw it disappeared into Song Qingxiao's hands with their own eyes, but at this time her spread fingers were white and slender, and there was no sign of the shadow. The thing seemed to have penetrated into her body.

This is simply magical, like a **** descending to solve the troubles of a few people.

"Yeah." Song Qing replied indifferently.

The Three Saints saw her gaze slightly changed, and there was a few doubts in those gazes, which seemed to be faintly fanatical, as if they had regarded her as the incarnation of a god.

"I want to bring Padin's bones to ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The mentality of the monk has changed. When I said this, I didn't take it lightly because of my age and status, but it seemed like I was seeking Song Qingxiao's opinion.

"Bring it on."

A dark light flashed in Song Qing's small eyes, nodded, and agreed to the monk's request.

As the writer of the diary, Padin brought clues to everyone, and finally became the priest who died in the dark and corroded after the resettlement of all the people in Org Village. The sad end after the mutation caused the pity and grief in the hearts of the Three Saints. .

The monk got her permission, and quickly packed these cruel horrors, wrapped them in the robes, and finally tied them behind his back.

"I will take you back to the holy court, so that your bones will be buried in the holy garden of the holy court, and be illuminated by the light."

His old palm patted the blood-stained priest's robe, and whispered softly, as if he was comforting his fellow robe and comrade-in-arms.

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